Some shit is weighing on me and I've been having trouble sleeping. Staring at the ceiling at two-in-the-morning sucks.
So I've devised a strategy: I mounted the Paselas on the cross bike wheels tonight. The new Big Apples are already on the Monkey.
I'm thinking about smoooooth, sweeeeet rides. Ahhhhh . . . Yeah, baby! ZZZZzzzz z . . .
It's what I will be focusing on in the wee hours. I hope it's kind of like dreaming about getting a massage. (Not that kind of massage.)
I'll let you know if it works.